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When he was on the lower rungs of the first order ladder, his father took his skin to ensure he'd remain loyal and not return to the sea like his mother had. From what Hux has been able to find out over the years, his father sold it on the black market as pelts are incredibly rare. He got his son's undying loyalty and a handsome sum. Win-win.

Some time into the relationship, he tells Kylo, who is absolutely reviled. He makes it his personal mission to get it back, at all costs.

+ for bloody revenge

++ kylo knowing that when he gives it back hux may well return to the sea and never look back, but he does it anyway. he doesn't want hux to stay out of gratitude. even if losing hux would well and truly break him.

+++ hux telling kylo all the folklore and legends when they're huddled close in bed

sorry this is so long but it's been going round my head for DAYS

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I like this prompt. I hope someone fills it

Ooh, with all the sad and sometimes bloody selkie ballad-worthy things!
Not only is Hux without his pelt, but he's far from any ocean.
And who knows what has happened to the pelt since it was sold.
... someone wore it, or hung it on the wall, or on the floor. or someone tried to tailor it but it won't stay cut (Hux feels every phantom cut)...
Yet it fits so well, with a source of sheer rage and sense of being trapped to fuel what is frankly an insane plan to blow up planets.

Hello Kylux and folklore, I see two of my greatest weaknesses got together. So this is pretty inspired by Song of the Sea (which Domhnall's father did voice acting for, so it's appropriate) and I'll post translations for the songs too.

Eilis Hux was a great beauty, known to be sad and known to answer questions of her ancestry with a secret smile. Her husband loved her dearly, that everyone knew, but her love was all directed to her son, Little Brendol, who had been born unexpectedly while she was walking by the sea. She had given birth to him entirely on her own, stumbled back to the house with a wailing baby in her arms. When Little Brendol had first been presented, he had been wrapped in fine furs, the mark of Eilis’ doting.

Eilis and Little Brendol were always at the sea, while the elder Brendol was at work with the Academy. And Little Brendol loved her with all his heart, his father too absent and when he was around too terrifying. So it was to Eilis he gave all his love, going to the sea with her and listening to her lullabies. Going to the sea was his favorite thing, when Eilis wore her white coat and helped him into his own red one.

When the Empire fell, marked by the death of the Emperor with no living heir, Little Brendol didn’t know about it. On Arkanis, in their estate by the sea, Little Brendol had already been put to bed. But he was woken by Eilis coming to him and waking him. “Mum?” he asked, still mostly alseep. She was wrapped in a fine white fur coat, the one that every lady at those fancy dinners complimented and wanted to know where she got it. Little Brendol didn’t know why she would be wearing it, there wasn’t any fancy event that night, and they weren’t going to the sea. They never went at night.

“My little Brendol,” she murmured. “I can’t stay. I’m so sorry. Keep your coat, no matter what. And come to the sea when you can. Your father won’t let me take you, but I will always be in the waves.”

“Mum, wha…?”

“Shhh. Shh, go back to sleep, my little one.” And she began to sing, her voice soft and warm. “Idir ann is idir as, idir thuaidh is idir theas. Idir thiar is idir thoir, idir am is idir ait. Casann sí dhom amhrán na farraige, suaimhneach nó ciúin agchardú go damanta, mo ghrá…”

When he woke the next morning, it was to face the rest of his life on a starship so far away from Arkanis and the estate on the sea. It was to face exile and cold and dark. But at least he had his coat of red fur with him.

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The greatcoat had to make do. It covered him like his red coat used to, but it didn’t quite fit him like the old coat did. But like the red fur one, Hux shed his greatcoat when close to one he loved and trusted. As a child, it had been his mum and his father, but now that he was grown he was still shocked to realize that it was Kylo Ren that he was willing to shed his coat for.

It was unwieldy and got in the way of sex, he justified.

Kylo was holding him now, resting his head on Hux’s chest as they settled, and Hux found his fingers winding in Kylo’s too long hair, feeling the man’s breath in a slowing rhythm that was approaching sleep.

“Idir gaoth is idir tonn,” he sang softly, barely realizing he was doing it. “Idir tuilleadh is idir gann. Casann sí dhom amhrán na farraige, suaimhneach nó ciúin ag cuardú go damanta. Idir cósta, idir cléibh,idirmé is idir mé féin. Tá mé i dtiúin…”

“What is that song?” asked Kylo, apparently not as asleep as Hux had thought.

“My mother used to sing it,” he answered. “She sang it to me the night she disappeared. The day before my father and I left Arkanis forever, she woke me up and told me to keep my coat then sang me to sleep. After that, she was gone.”

“Your coat?” asked Kylo, raising his head. “The one you insist on wearing everywhere?”

“Of course not. I was four when she disappeared. It’s long gone. My father sold it, it helped fund the Second Academy.”

“One coat?”

“Of Arkani seal fur. Arkani seal fur is rare enough, but that it was red helped make it even more valuable.” Hux couldn’t tell why he was telling Kylo all this, maybe it came from the closeness and the gentle lay of Kylo’s hand on his stomach.

“How did a four year old have a coat of red seal fur?”

Hux wanted to share it with Kylo, much like how his mum probably wanted to share it with his father. But Brendol Hux Sr. would have had to be shown, and Hux couldn’t do that now, but the memories were there, precious and guarded, and Kylo could see those. And when he felt Kylo nudging at his mind, he let the other man in, pushing forward the memories.

Eilis’ soft singing, teaching him the words to lullabies and bright songs of seaweed. “When you sing these, you’ll always think of home, and it’ll nearly be like you’re there.”

Holding his mum’s hand as she led him into the water, following when she spread her arms and fell backwards with a grin on her face, her white fur coat soaked through.

His brown eyed friends come to say hello, looking to their mothers for permission before going to explore the cave and singing to the crabs to let them pass without getting pinched.

“Your father won’t be back another day, we can float if you want. But if you’re to take a nap, Little Brendol, hold my hand so you don’t drift away.”

Sitting in the private fresher of his family’s quarters, tucked into his coat and trying not to cry because it’s been three years on the ship now and this is as close as he'll get to the sea.

“The Selkies of Arkanis,” breathed Kylo. “They’re real?”

“Entirely,” said Hux. “My mother, Eilis, she was one. When the Empire fell, she took her coat and went back to the sea.”

“And your father sold your coat?” that was anger in Kylo’s tone and the tenseness of anger in his body, and Hux was oddly touched by it.

“It funded the Second Academy.”

“And tied you to land forever. He can’t do that to you.”

“He’s my father.”

“He’s still human. You’re more than that. Why would your mother have ever been with such a man?”

And soon Hux found himself telling the stories of the Stolen Pelts, how selkies were trapped on land by husbands who took their pelts. His father had allowed his mum her coat, and she chose not to run from him. There were stories painted on his nursery walls, tales of Owl Grandmothers who stole emotions and turned people to stone, of giant kings who hunted with their hounds, of fairies with hair so long that you couldn’t see their bodies anymore, of how the songs of the selkies called everyone home.

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“I’ve heard you trade in rare goods,” said Kylo, staring down the trader in front of him in the dark corner of the cantina.

“That I do. What are you looking for?” the man asked, raising a brow.

“Arkani seal fur.”

A low whistle was his answer. “That’s rarer than most things I’ve ever dealt with. Arkanis is hard enough to get to, and to catch one of those seals and skin it? Harder still.”

“I don’t care about the difficulty. I know there is a red pelt that went through the market at one point, do you know where I could find it?”

“Listen, if I knew where to find any Arkani seal pelts, let alone one as rare as red, do you think I’d be making deals here? No, I’d be living like a king.” The man really knew nothing. A useless waste of time. Kylo stood, walking away and wiping the encounter from the man’s mind as he did.

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“‘Caidé thug tú ‘na tire?’ arsa an dúlamán gaelach. ‘Ag súirí le do níon,’ arsa an dúlamán maorach,” Hux was singing, Kylo listening closely with a smile on his face. “‘Chan fhaigheann tú mo ‘níon’ arsa dúlamán gaelach. ‘Bheul, fuadóidh mé liom í’ arsa an dúlamán maorach.”

“And what is this song?” asked Kylo.

“Seaweed from the channel singing to the seaweed of the shore,” answered Hux. “She says the shore seaweed won’t take her daughter, but the shore seaweed woos her with a comb to groom herself.”

“Is this a song about how selkies are wooed away from home?”

“Yes. We like to keep clean, and a comb to groom our fur is very enticing.”

“I’ll remember that.” Hux rolled his eyes. “You said selkie song calls things home.”

“Or so the stories say. My mother used to sing in the mornings when she took me to the sea, I think it was her way of celebrating going home. I never felt any need to follow her beyond just wanting to spend time with her and wanting to go to the sea.”

“Is the sea home for you? Given the chance, would you go?” Hux didn’t answer that, just drew Kylo ever closer and sang,

“Dúlamán na binne buí, dúlamán a’ tsleibhe. Dúlamán na farraige is dúlamán a’ deididh…”

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The smuggler was more machine than man, so many prosthetics were attached to him. But he dealt with rare and entirely illegal things, and so Kylo met him in the dark den beneath the city. Above, the speakeasy flowed alcohol and above that barber went about his business. And through it all, this smuggler’s men waited. Were he anyone else, Kylo might have even felt a little intimidated.

“What can I acquire for you? Are you looking for a slave? Order’s outlawed them but there’s ways to get by that. Or something to take the edge off? Or something to give you an edge?” asked the man, clearly a practiced pitch.

“I’m looking for Arkani seal fur,” said Kylo calmly. “Can you acquire that?”

“Arkani seals are dead difficult to find,” warned the smuggler. “Why are you in the market, may I ask?”

“You may ask your price to obtain it, no more than that.”

“I’m afraid I can’t, not as easily as all that. Arkanis is outside of the Order, any craft going there from here is immediately suspect.”

“There’s one I know already passed through the market. I’m not looking for you to kill a seal. A red pelt. I know it passed through the market.” There was recognition.

“Can’t say I’ve seen it.”

“But you know of it.”

“Maybe I do, but it’s in private hands now. That red pelt could let a man live like a king. There’s no use for pelts, not practical ones, anyway. Whoever bought it has to sell it at some point. I’ve been waiting for it to be sold for years now.”

“If you can’t get it, then or business is done. Thank you for your time.”

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“Ma ‘s e ‘n cluasag dhut a’ ghaineamh, ma ‘s e leadbaidh dhut an fheamainn, ma ‘s e ‘n t-iasg do choinnleann geala, ma ‘se na ròin do luchd-faire, ò hi shiùbhlainn leat. Hì rì bhò ru bhì, hì rì bhò hò rinn o ho, Ailein Duinn, ò hi shiubhlainn leat,” sang Hux, this time held against Kylo’s chest, his voice quieted against the Knight’s chest. The song was slow, sad, lamenting of something.

He didn’t say a word when Hux was done, not until Hux asked, “Where have you been? You’ve been gone so often now.”

“Business. I’m sorry.” Hux hummed against his chest, quietly. “What was that song about?”

“A drowned lover, dark haired Ailein. The one who lived would follow them if they could, but they can’t. So instead, they drink what’s left of the heart’s blood.” Kylo started to hear such a sudden violent end to the lament, but it only made Hux laugh and said, “Selkies are hunters, Kylo. All Arkani seals are.”

“Are you going to drink my heart’s blood?”

“Not unless you do something stupid and die,” said Hux, a finger tapping over Kylo’s heart, the nail more than the pad, a quiet reminder. But all it did was make Kylo press a kiss into Hux’s hair and say,

“I can’t follow you into the sea. If you were to go back, what am I to do?” Hux said nothing, merely pressed closer.

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Yunta Winf was one of the richest gang lords who operated just below Order jurisdiction. They couldn’t find anything concrete on her, but they knew what she did. They just couldn’t legally go in and take her out of power. But that worked for Kylo, who entered her manor with no less than twenty mercenaries keeping watch within each room. They were opulent, decorated with spoils of her looting.

Yunta herself was at dinner when Kylo entered, and waved him to a seat. He sat, but didn’t touch anything before him. “I hear you’re in the market for rare and exotic goods from outside the Order. Lucky for you, so am I,” she said, gesturing grandly to what was around them. “I’ve also heard you’ve got credit to pay for most things. Or at least your employer does. Now what is it your employer is looking for?”

“He’s looking for one specific item, one that he knows passed through the market years ago. A red Arkani seal pelt.”

Yunta’s smile never flickered, but Kylo could sense the shift in her mind. That pelt, he saw, lay on her bed. He would have shuddered were he anyone else to see that she liked fucking on that pelt more than anything else. The feel of it against her naked skin, the knowledge that such a luxurious fur was hers to do what she pleased with it, it made Kylo want to slay her where she sat for ever laying claim to Hux’s pelt let alone for what disrespect she showed it.

And if he did slay her, leaving her and her guards sprawled around the feast, who was going to criticize him for ridding the Order of such a criminal?

Walking out of her manor with that soft red pelt in his arms, Kylo decided he would at least clean the damn thing before giving it back to Hux.

not OP but that was magnificent.

Oh my god this is gorgeous! Hux's already super-rare pelt being an extra-super-rare red and able to fund an entire Academy was so good, like you can imagine he was supposed to feel proud of that, even if he didn't have a choice in the matter -- making sacrifices for the First Order and all.

Oh oh and Little Hux hiding in the bathroom because that's as close as he could get to the sea was heart-wrenching!

This is absolutely gorgeous!

“Chì mi gn dàil an t’àite ‘san d’ rugadh mi, cuirearorm fàilte’sa-chànan a thuigeasmi. Gheibh mi an aoidh agus gràdh nuair ruigeam nach reicinn air thunnachan òir,” Hux was singing when Kylo entered the man’s quarters, and even as he enjoyed the melancholy song, Kylo smiled to sense from the man the old story that a selkie’s song called everyone home. He was hoping to bring Kylo back to him.

“And what’s that song?” he asked, making Hux turn.

“You could have let me know you were on the return!” he admonished, but there was a pleased undertone to the rebuke. “Where were you anyway?”

“Yunta Winf is dead,” he said casually. “That’s where I was.”

Hux stared at him a long moment before saying, “Why exactly did you do that? You’ve never shown an interest in ridding the Order of gang lords.”

“I did it because she had this.” And with that, Kylo pulled out the soft red fur. Hux froze in place, staring at it with too-wide green eyes before a quiet noise escaped him, sounding raw and painful. He approached slowly, his hand reaching to touch his own pelt in quiet reverence, before Kylo draped it around Hux’s shoulders for him.

It molded to his figure, stopped being just a pelt and became a coat instead. A fine red fur coat that Hux closed his eyes and immediately cried into. He had his coat back. Sixteen years ago it had been taken from him, but he finally had it back. And that was more than enough to send even the most stoic of selkies to tears. “Buíochas a ghabháil leat,” said Hux, tears still slipping from his eyes as he kissed Kylo again and again. “Buíochas a ghabháil leat.”

Finally, when the tears were dry, Kylo ventured to say softly, “If you were to go back to the sea, I wouldn’t stop you.”

“Kylo, I know full well you don’t want me to go,” said Hux.

“No, but I wouldn’t stop you anyway. You’ve wanted to go back since you were four, I won’t stop you.”

“I can’t anyway. Arkanis is outside the Order, and I can’t just leave the Order anyway. But maybe someday, when the Order’s taken Arkanis, then we can go back for a day. My mother should still be there, selkies live longer than humans, usually, and she promised to be in the waves for me. I can’t go now, but someday we’ll go.”

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The Order had fallen, and the New Republic was as strong as ever. Kylo Ren was under house arrest from the begging of his mother, but no matter how they looked, General Hux had vanished entirely. It was a source of rage, the man with a war crime above all war crimes just gone? Impossible.

“Are they still looking for him?” asked Kylo, staring out over the sea from the estate’s window. Why he had bargained with his mother to be under arrest in this particular dusty old Arkani estate with flaking paintings of owls turning men to stone, overly hairy men, and kings at the hunt on his bedroom wall, no one could weasel out of him. But it was out of the way, and that was a blessing at least.

“Of course,” said Rey, come to visit. “They can’t just stop. Finn’s going to help the next round of searching. We think he went deep into old Order space.” Kylo just nodded, not saying anything for a long while.

When he did, all he said was, “I’m going down to the beach.” Rey nodded, allowing it. He spent so much time there, but she couldn’t blame him. The estate was nice enough, but one could go stir-crazy in there after a while, and no one wanted Kylo Ren going stir-crazy. He may not have a lightsaber, but he certainly still had the Force.

When Kylo reached the sea, he sat on one of the great rocks there and stared out over the water and sang with a clumsy accent, “Idir ann is idir as, idir thuaidh is idir theas. Idir thiar is idir thoir, idir am is idir áit.”

“Casann sí dhom amhrán na farraige, suaimhneach nó ciúin ag cuardú do damanta, mo ghrá,” finished another voice, that of the man who walked from the waves in a red fur coat. Behind him came a woman all in white, with large brown eyes that watched over her son. She didn’t trust men of the land, not after her son told her of the thirty years away from the ocean and the sixteen years without his coat. But for this man, who came to the sea so as to court her son, she was starting to build some affection for.

“They’re still looking for you,” said Kylo, once he let Brendol go, letting the water lap at his ankles. Brendol didn’t leave the water these days, never allowed his hair to fully dry out. Jakku must have been absolute hell to even think about, Kylo thought with a smile.

“They’ll not find him,” warned Eilis. “And you’ll not tell them.”

“Of course not,” said Kylo. “They still think they can put him on trial and kill him for what he did.”

“A selkie thirty years away from the sea? Anyone would go mad.”

“Mum,” said Brendol, turning to her. “Kylo knows. He’s the one who got my coat back, why would he sell me to the Republic now?” Eilis looked pacified at that, and let them turn to happier subjects. “I’ve made you a shell pipe,” said Brendol, handing Kylo a spiral shell with holes drilled into it. “You’re the worst at singing, if you play this I’ll come.”

Kylo took it and blew a curious note. It rang low and comforting, much like Brendol and Eilis’ voices when they sang. “Thank you,” he said. Brendol merely smiled. And in almost no time at all, Kylo was playing tunes on the shell while Brendol and Eilis sang.

Rey found him there that night, staring out across the water and playing his shell pipe to the empty waters. The sea was entirely impossible to her after a life on a desert planet, and she was in turn both hypnotized by and frightened of it. “Kylo, come on, back to the house. You’re going to freeze if you stay all wet out here,” she said. “Your mother’s come to visit too.”

The time by the sea made Kylo both happy and melancholy, and Rey cast a glance back to look out over the waters as they climbed back up to that old estate. “Kylo, look!” she cried, excitement filling her. “Seals! I thought they were supposed to be rare!” A white and a red seal were close to shore, side by side and looking as if they were actually aware and looking at the two of them. “Oh they’re beautiful.”

“They are,” agreed Kylo, and the two stood there until the seals vanished again.

That night, Rey could swear she heard a voice singing as she sat meditating. Coming from somewhere outside, somewhere near the sea, but there was no one around that she could see. But it was a voice that spoke to her soul as home, and perhaps that was why she didn’t search too hard for it. “Eudail mhòir a shulaigh an dòmhain dhòirt iad d’fhuil an dé, ‘s chuir iad do cheann air stob daraich tacan beag bho do chré. Dhìrich me bheinn mhòr gun anal, dìrich agus thearn. Chuirinn falt mo chin fo d’ chasan agus craicionn mo dhà làimh.”

Eilis' lullaby (Song of the Sea): From there both from between north and between south, between east and between west, between time, between place. She turns me, the song of the sea, peacefully or quiet, having searched damned my love. Between between wave, between the more and the scarce, she turns me the song of the sea, peacefully or quiet, having searched damned. Between coast, between creels, between me and between me, I am in tune.

Seaweed song (Dúlamán): "What did you bring from land?" says the Irish seaweed. "Courting with your daughter," says the stately seaweed. "You're not taking my daughter," says the Irish seaweed. "Well, I'd take her with me," says the stately seaweed. Seaweed of the yellow cliff, seaweed of the mountain. Seaweed from the sea, seaweed.

Drowned lover song (Ailein Duinn): If the sand be your pillow, if the seaweed be your bed, if the fish are your candles bright, if the seals are your watchmen, ò hi, I would go with you, hì rì bhò ru bhì, hì rì bhò hò rinn o ho. Dark hared Alan, ò hì, I would go with you.

Kylo's return song (chì mi na mòrbheanna): I see as I linger the land of my birth; I am welcomed in the language I cherish. I will receive there hospitality, and love when I reach it that I'd not trade for tons of gold.

Final song (Ba Mo Leanabh): Darling, the people of the great world they spilt your blood yesterday, they put your head on an oaken post a little way from your corpse. I breathlessly climbed the great mountain, I climbed and I descended. I would put the hair of my head under your feet, and the skin of my two hands.

What an absolutely gorgeous story! I'm so happy that Hux managed to finally go home and be reunited with his mother, as well as having Kylo stay with him in Arkanis. May the Resistance never find out Hux's true whereabouts.

I also appreciate the song titles & translations you've provided, the songs are really lovely to listen too! Thank you so much for sharing ^_^

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